Don't mind me. [writing on-the-spot; 1 edit]

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I'm gonna try a little exercise where I basically spew out a poem in a constant flow of five minutes.

Winter

For months the trees withered away --
bare and shivering from the sharp bites
of Winter. Like moths to a concrete
flame, the leaves fluttered down to their grave.

The wind played the naked branches
like a creaky violin -- out of sync
with the melancholic song
of drifting snow. Soon, it plummeted
down: violent fists of hail singing
the same tune as the wind.

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{I may add another short stanza.}

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I'm gonna try a little exercise where I basically spew out a poem in a constant flow of five minutes.

Winter

For months the trees withered away --
bare and shivering from the sharp bite hhrrrnnngg love this linebreak. might pluralize "bite" though.
of the weather. i'd cut "the" or make it "winter" Like moths to a concrete
flame, the leaves fluttered down to their grave.

The naked branches are instruments played by the wind something about this feels like i'm tripping over cobblestone, maybe the rhythm or the slightly inverted sentence structure?
honing his skill -- hoping the animals below
will gaze up at the trees and see new growth for months. this seems a little too promising to be in conjunction with the first stanza. this is about everything dying, and during the course of winter, no new growth will occur; just staring at a landscape of death. i think you need to make the distinction between when the leaves fall and when the leaves grow back, because, obviously, that space is winter, but you aren't allowing winter to actually take place. does that make sense?

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That makes perfect sense. Thanks!